The cold wind blew, rolling up a patch of snow on the ground, and the crystal snowflakes fluttered in the air, swaying up and down and left and right along the direction of the air current, and soon fell into the hands of a man riding a black handsome and tall horse.

The man wore a half-hideous mask on his face, a helmet on his head, a black armor, two mighty tiger heads on his shoulders, and a two-foot-long ghost-headed broadsword in his hand, some like the Tang people, and some like the Silla people, with two eyes showing a fierce light, and he looked like a ruthless character.

Behind the man was a group of black and somewhat chaotic and nervous widows, wrapped in tattered winter clothes, with uneasiness and fear on their faces, and the weapons in their hands were even more varied, mainly wooden sticks and rakes kitchen knives, and the identities of these people could be guessed at a glance.

And on the opposite side of the man, there were five or six hundred people standing in a neat line, all of them were extremely excited, exhaling white air in their mouths, and from time to time they let out a roar of "whoa, whoa", and the weapons in their hands flashed with a palpitating cold light under the reflection of the sun, and at first glance they were rare elites, and in the face of ten times the enemy, there was no cowardice at all.

"Kill!"

"Rush!"

The neat side of the army was naturally the Silla army, and after discovering that the other party had suddenly appeared, it only took a stick of incense to change from the marching army to the attack formation, and rushed over at the first time.

The opponent who could not talk about military appearance at all was naturally on the side of the Japanese state, obviously not a regular army, and I didn't know that it was the village brave who didn't know whether to live or die there, and dared to intercept the Silla army.

As the Silla army on the opposite side rushed over like a fierce tiger out of the cage, there was a panic in the scattered Japanese army, and some people actually dropped the tattered weapons in their hands and turned around and ran.

"Don't panic! We have the advantage in numbers, and one person can drown them with a mouthful of spit, so rush with me! ”

The generals of the Japanese army obviously have no experience in leading troops, and they are not fighting a battle at any time, and if they can be defeated by a large number of people, the war in this world should disappear.

However, under the encouragement of the Japanese generals, there were really many ignorant Japanese soldiers who rushed forward without fear, and the Japanese generals took the lead, waving the ghost head knife in their hands and rushing into the formation of the Silla army.

The Silla army general squinted his eyes slightly, and the Japanese army general in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling, which was very bad, especially after the Japanese army general saw him, he deliberately avoided it, and seemed unwilling to let himself observe anything closely?

"Could it be him?"

The figure of a person appeared in the mind of the Silla general, and the figure of this person was very similar to the general of the Japanese army in front of him, and this resemblance was not only in the physical appearance, but also in the demeanor and behavior, the same fighting style, the same fearlessness, the same example, and the first ...... in every battle.

Especially the ghost head knife in the hands of the Japanese generals, right! It's that weapon, which ranks among the top ten weapons in Silla, and even if he can't see the other party's appearance clearly, he can definitely recognize the ghost head knife in his hand.

"Could it be him!"

The Silla generals were killed and did not want to believe what they saw, it was absolutely impossible! The more he thought about it, the clearer the picture became in his mind, and his eyes looked very much like the man he knew, who was said to have been captured by pirates and natives a few days ago, but why was he here.

"Could it be...... It's a mutiny! ”

A ridiculous and bold thought arose, which could no longer linger, making the Silla army general annoyed for a while, and he approached the Japanese general, and suddenly shouted, "Wang Cheng, you traitor, suffer death!" ”

"Li Chen!"

The masked general of the Wa Kingdom turned his head sharply, blurted out a sentence, and saw the Silla generals approaching behind him, obviously a little reluctant to meet, and the war horse under him neighed, and did not speak, and rushed into the enemy formation again, cutting a few Silla soldiers who were blocking in front of him, and his sword skills were a little flustered, and he ignored the Japanese soldiers behind him, and fled directly through the formation.

"It's him! It must be him, this traitor saw that he had fled without a fight, and had just called out his name, although his voice was indistinct, it was because the voice was blocked by the mask on his face......", thinking of this, the Silla general who was called Li Chen, immediately identified the general of the Japanese Kingdom as the missing Wang Cheng in his heart.

It's just that Li Chen doesn't understand why Wang Cheng took refuge in the Japanese army, why he appeared here, and is there another hidden reason in this.

Thinking of the mask on Wang Cheng's face again, Li Chen was even more sure of his thoughts, why didn't he dare to face him, why he could shout his name in a loud voice, and why he fled when he rushed over, Lin Lin could only explain that the other party was weak-hearted.

Li Chen wanted to catch up, but the two sides were fighting in full swing, and their own combat strength was superior, but the number of people was only one-tenth of that of the other party, and it was easy for him to mistakenly think that he had been defeated, so he had to give up the idea of catching up and watch Wang Cheng run away.

Li Chen didn't know that his preconceived ideas made his judgment deviate, as if what he was thinking in his heart and what he saw in his eyes was like anything, since he subconsciously thought that the other party was Wang Cheng, the more he looked at it, the more he looked like it, and he didn't think that the other party might not be at all.

The man, who Li Chen thought was Wang Cheng, galloped away with a whip on his horse, and seeing that there were no pursuers behind him, he turned his horse and headed south.

When the sun set, the man who looked like Wang Cheng rode a horse and appeared in a sheltered mountain recess, and the bonfires in the recess were lit like stars shining on a black screen.

The man flew to a bonfire and dismounted, landed in a beautiful 360-degree spin, took off the mask on his face, kicked away a soldier who was roasting the fire, and reached out to grab the wine bag in the hand of another soldier, poured two sips of "Gollum", exhaled a mouthful of rich wine, and scolded with a smile: "How many people died today?" ”

Opposite the man sat a small widow, looking a little obscene, the whole person was about to have an intimate hug with the bonfire, hearing the man's question, only to raise his sleepy eyes and say: "You ran too fast, do you know, the brothers were still in the formation at the time, almost didn't escape, you want to kill us!" ”

The man pursed his lips and said: "Just you chickens and dogs, the other party is too lazy to kill, if you can not be used as cannon fodder, and there is a little effect, it is considered waste utilization, do you think the Silla army will go to great lengths to arrest you and let you escape from under your noses?" ”

(End of chapter)